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Rumination

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In whirling whispers,
When ripe fruit surrenders...
                         
There are no words



No words at all...

















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Written July 10th, 2006

A contest entry

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  • Raazi
    July 22, 2006
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    It certainly does not disqualify you. I would have to be a *** to kick out such a profound poem.


  • Presence
    July 22, 2006
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    Blessed Mataji, Your eyes see so clearly! How I do appreciate Your wondrous words!
    ~Om

  • Presence
    July 22, 2006
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    My dear Poet, I thank you for your comment. If the presentation disqualifies it from entering the contest then that is quite alright. I do appreciate poets who hold contests with such subject matter, and it is the inspiriation found in your goading us toward the mystical that makes me smile. Thanks, Blessed Soul!


  • Raazi
    July 22, 2006
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    But it's unreadable.


  • maa gold member
    July 22, 2006
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    hi bhaiji,
    I saw you stopped by already ...
    just wanted to share with you how I perceived the presentation of this poem on this particular background: to me, it was like the whole space is filled with His Word, His Voice, His Sound ... and we write our words upon His Word, so our words are perceived as reality - although it isn't. only His Reality is Real. therefore it made me smile when I saw that presence's poem and all of our comments are invisible, as if of no big importance ultimately ... permitting that which is usually kept as only a background - His Truth - to become the foreground and letting dissolve our limited and relative truth disappear into the background ...
    how do you like my analysis ?
    it's not for nothing I'm born in the city of sigmund freud !
    didi maa

  • Raazi
    July 22, 2006
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    Sorry, this is quite unreadable. I had to highlight to read it. The poem was quite good, but the background really counts against you. Take care in future.


  • jean-marc
    July 14, 2006
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    an eloquent dance of the elements! thank you for it. it fills in its role to crumble the mind!

  • Presence
    July 11, 2006
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    Actually the background is a real sufi document. I shrunk it down, for it looked a bit better with the scale of the pic. Thanks for the comment, suseanne!


  • suseann
    July 11, 2006
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    I did a bit of RUMINATING myself in attempting to read the very small text.Ha! Just pulling your leg.This was quite thought provolking and profound.~~Suseann


  • janejainejayne gold member
    July 11, 2006
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    Bliss!

    Ah, dear Presence, this was worth waiting for! Perfection that is the verdict of this over ripe tomatoe! I will remember "whirling whispers" forever, so if I use it in a poem you will have to forgive me. Jane

  • maa gold member
    July 11, 2006
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    In whirling whispers,
    When ripe fruit surrenders...

    There are no words

    No words at all...

    dear presence,
    you have masterfully captured and transmitted the essence of all ...
    wisdom incarnate ...
    awe-inspiring ...
    I am speechless ...

    maa


  • Night Hope gold member
    July 10, 2006
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    Oooohhh...how very prettiful this is, Pres...This is completely gorgeous, Scribe...See??? I told ya you're an enigma...a vewwy, vewwy good one, at that... Beautifully done, my Friend... Wander


  • Providence
    July 10, 2006
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    Sigh. As gently as the fruit ripens, so do our spirits when we back in the Light of the Nameless Love.

    This is simply warm and wonderful!
    Thank you Sweet Presence!

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